Clara's piercing red eyes seemed to radiate the air with a hidden heat. Her silver weapon's smith robes lightly clung to her curves, shimmering with multi-colored moons that could represent only a single thing. The confidence she exuded was unlike anything before, and the gentle glow of her caramel skin filled Dyon with warmth.
And finally, there was the recently awoken Madeleine. Her violet eyes glowed with a gentle loving expression as her gaze met Dyon's. The white gown, embroidered with gold and silver that had once been his master's dawned her gorgeous curves, complementing her cascading violet hair.
"Daddy!"
Alauna dropped down from Shere's neck, rushing toward Dyon, only to be followed by the toddlers and the beast babies.
Dyon swept his little girl into his arms. "What do you think?"
"Daddy looks super cool!"
Dyon grinned as a hearty laughter filled Soul Palace's Grand Hall.
